But wait, there’s totally a good reason for it! And it’s related to climbing, so that should be exciting. For *some* people at least…
I’m setting up a sort of ‘events calendar’… more like an ‘events list’ than a calendar. Something about the calendar interface never really struck me as intuitive, so I’m just going to skip it and make it a kind of list of upcoming events. What events, you’ll ask? Why, climbing events, of course!
After noting that people are immensely disorganized about going on climbing trips (including me, of course) I decided that the best way to correct this would be to establish some sort of… system, if you will… to organize people despite themselves.
This system won’t be open to just anybody (at least not at first.) I mean, anybody will be able to access it and view the trips, but only registered ‘members’ will be able to post to the events, and only I will be posting up new events. At least at first. I’d like to expand it once it gets rolling, but for now, it’s just intended to give me a place to post the trips that *I* plan on going on, and have people sign up if they’re down to come with. Later on, it’ll be a place anybody can post up a trip/event, relevant details (such as lodging, plane ticket prices, carpooling instructions, etc) and have people sign up for those events too. But like I said, that’s down the line.
Right now, I just want to concentrate on making it work. Which, in and of itself, can become complicated.
So, on to the extra-geeky stuff. I’m thinking I might use this opportunity to make this my first Ruby application. Doing it in PHP was my first though (and probably the easiest way to do it) but I’ve been itching to apply a little practical Ruby to the repertoire, and this seems like a good opportunity. That won’t make it as marketable a tool, I suspect, but it’s for fun and convenience, not for money, so it’s hardly a factor.
More then, as it comes. In the meantime, I’ve set up a forum (phpBB) to take care of immediate communication issues. It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll do the job in the meantime.
Phew! My geek gland is throbbing!
So the migration to Movable Type has been mostly successful. The only shitty thing has reallly been copying over all the entries (which I’m not even done with, thank you very much!) There’s just no import utility between Textpattern and MT, and that brings Textpattern down quite a few notches in my book. In fact, if ever there’s a question as to whether to use Textpattern, I’m going to have to give a big Negative on that one. Not enough flexibility. If I wanted a Microsoft mentality in my products, then that’d be the ticket. I don’t, so it gets a big fat “No Dice.” from me. That’s unfortunate, because it does have some cool features and a nice little interface.
So it’s been almost a month since my last entry, and there’s so much to tell… so much.
But not just now. It’s 6pm, I’m out of dis joint and heading out to do some mischiefing. So more this evening. If I can get to an internet connection. That’s a big ‘if’.
Fun times with software. In the interest of maintaining a healthy geek gland, and because six apart finally got off their asses and made their software more accessible (at least removing some of the limitations of their free package), I think I might make the migration back to Movable Type.
It’s a good package with an awesome interface, and it’s perl based. I can dig it. So the geek gland will get a workout, maybe tonight.
Just as geeky is the fact that I’m writing this blog entry from my sidekick. I realize that I’m probably one of the only males in the world that uses one of these things, but the way I see it, it’s a blackberry-lite. And I really didn’t want to deal with the added expense and hassle of a blackberry. That’s not even poking at the recent denial of appeal and impending injunction against RIM.
But that’s a whole other story. Right now I’m picking up some Tijuana Flats for the family… Mmmmm… Chimichangas!
The psycho-circus does me no good. Insane people very quickly try my patience. Fortunately, I have lots and lots of patience. But wow, man.
Karma doesn’t seem to be on my side right now. I must’ve kicked a priest recently, or stepped on a puppy-dog’s tail, or something evil like that. Okay, no, that’s not really accurate – karmic influence aside, it hasn’t really been altogether bad, per se. I think I just feel slightly overwhelmed.
And I don’t think it’s even about feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know what it’s about. Bleagh, I don’t enjoy feeling so… undecided. Decidedly undecided.
Today there’s a great breeze, a blazingly beautiful sun, and it smells like green. This is why I love to live in Florida – it just smells right sometimes.
I miss some moments of my past today, but that could just be me ruminating. Or it could be indigestion. Either way, I wonder if the people I knew back then knew how to behave naturally, if that’s the way they were, or if they behaved specifically that way because that was the way to interact with me? Questioning that leads one to wonder if that’s not simply the case now.
Oh, and how. Such philosophical meanderings… psssssshaw!
…I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say “hello.”
I sang that to a girl once. She said goodbye, regardless of how many hellos I threw out. Or maybe I was the one that said goodbye on that one…? I don’t remember, it was so long ago. Stopped serenading chicks after that one, though.
Ack, there’s so much going on. Beginning to feel frazzled again, I think, in this mad scramble to make sense out of it all.
On the positive side, I’ve streamlined a lot of things. I’ve reworked my schedule to get my climb on again. I’d slowed down to once a week (if I was lucky), and I realize that I’m just not as strong as I was just a few months ago. Not by a long shot. The technique is mostly there, but it’s like I’d forgotten how to push myself. Lazy climbing? Yeap. Apparently it’s possible.
So last night I pushed myself at Coral Cliffs. Not a lot (don’t want to injure myself just yet), but I jumped on a couple of bitchy climbs. Yellow 5.10 went down after a few attempts, the hardest part is doing a sorta hand-to-foot match and then climbing up the chimney. Chris does set the best routes, though…
Gotta lose weight. Gotta gain strength. Gotta climb harder. That’s the mission.
Heaven’s gonna burn your eyes…
Featuring the guy from Trainspotting… actually, I think both guys were in Trainspotting. Yep, both the crazy Irish guy and Sickboy from Trainspotting are the main characters in this movie about a highwayman (a bandit) and a con-man who start some serious thievery.
Anyway, it’s an entertaining movie that’s worth a rental or if you can, catch it on Showtime.
Happy New Year people!
New photos up in the gallery, and there’s more coming up from the New Years’ party in the keys. Went to Islamorada, to the excellent and world-famous Tiki Bar, and partied like animals. Had a bit of a stomachache, but that quickly subsided against the onslaught of pain-numbing alcoholic imbibement.
So it was great fun, there’s lots of pictures, and I hope everyone has a great new year. It’s another year, another start for a lot of things. Some people have resolutions, some people have some big changes in mind, and some people just hope everything stays exactly the same. To each of ‘em, I hope they all reach their goals.
I’ve added a whole series of pictures to the gallery. And I’ve eliminated that crappy Other Gallery. The verdict on that is: done-zo! Wonky interface, lack of flexibility, and just overall grossness.
So the old one stays.
I recategorized a whole bunch of albums, so things are a bit mixed up. For the Spain categories, I put them in order from beginning to end for the trip. Makes things a little more ‘linear’ to those just looking at them for the first time. For the “Current Events”, however, they’re listed from the most recent one to the oldest. Since current events work that way, it just makes more sense.
I also divvied out the climbing albums and sub-categorized a bit more so people could skip right to the parts they might wanna see.
Oh, I have been busy! There’s lots of new pics up that I dug up from an old hard drive I rummaged through, some seriously old stuff. And I found a really old shoe-box filled to the brim with old pictures that I need to scan in and post up. Shots from high school (1993), shots from Boston University, shots from FAU, FSU, and even a few from Texas. Old school, for sure.
Speaking of Texas, there’s a bouldering area in the Austin area that needs to be visited… hmmm… climbing trip, anyone?
Everyone’s a freakin’ poet. No training, no studying, no background. There’s no structure, no timing, no rhyming, no reason.
Just a bunch of words and sentences spaced dramatically. I might be wrong (it’s been a while), but I believe that’s called ‘prose’.
But everyone’s a poet. I’m a poet. I like the sound of that. It sounds artsy, and people can dig artsy. Maybe it’ll get me laid, or make me some new friends. And the best thing is that you don’t even have to show any work to still be a ‘poet.’ And if you do, it doesn’t have to be good. Because most people (most people) couldn’t tell good poetry from the menu at Denny’s (which, by the way, is poetic in its own special way). I could scribble a bunch of lines on napkins or take-out menus and stuff it all in my back pocket, or carry around a notebook where I write observations (the sky… is blue today…) and say “Hey. What’s up. I’m a poet. Check out my sweet, sweet poems.”
I’m a poet, a poetrist, the vocal stylist who puts words together in his/her own way and wants to sell you on their poetic identity. Maybe they want attention, maybe they really do love their art. No, not me personally, but I know plenty of people who do. Want attention. And love their art. And say they’re poets. Sometimes it’s a combination platter with extra cheese.
I don’t know if I could do it… don’t know if I could resist the urge to laugh. Especially if I ran across someone who read one of these seemingly poetic observations and said “Hey, yeah, that’s really cool… you’re really talented!” When they’re actually thinking “Okaaaay… what’s the point?”
What a line of crap all that is. If you want to take a dump in the woods and call it art, do it. I know plenty of people that do exactly that (and it smells terrible.) There’s a great sales/business adage that says: “What’s a nuclear submarine worth? Whatever someone will pay for it.”
Definitions and structure lose their value in an ever-evolving field. I might go so far as to say art (and all its cousins) would be considered ever-evolving. Unless you’re a creationist. Then you’re just screwed.
So I binked a curb in my car. I was tooling along, cruising down SR-84, tried to come around the underpass to head back west, and lost the rear. Sand, dirt, gravel, shit. Tons of crap probably caused that breakout.
But wait, there’s more!
So the all-wheel-drive kicks in, the rear catches. The front then breaks loose because of the angle, or the alignment of the planets, or just because I’m that unlucky. Farkin’ terrible. The front end swings straight across and binks the curb. The rear hops up and over, and I pull a sweet Dukes Of Hazzard in the dirt, kick up all kinds of junk, peel over the curb, and stall out in the middle of the road.
All very exciting.
And then Mark comes around the corner. As I watched him take the corner and figured I was about to eat the frontend of a VW, he managed to pop the curb and miss me by about 6 inches.
Now I gotta get severe amounts of bodywork and suspension work done. Let’s cross our fingers and hope for the best possible resolution of a crappy situation.